My Expression!! My Life!!

I love people who make me laugh. And it’s not too difficult to make me laugh if you know me. It’s something like this. If you can make me laugh, then you can be sure that we will get along really really well. I think it’s the best sort of an ice-breaker at any social do. Once you have gotten folks to laugh at whatever you have said you can be sure they will pay you attention! True Story! :-) Actually, imagine that. Trying to make people laugh. And that too just by talking. That takes some guts. And it’s very difficult. Stand-up comedy is even more challenging. Leave apart stage fear, just standing there, with a mic in your hands, looking down at the crowd milling around, not knowing whether you might strike the right chord with them and not spout out anything too offensive that might work against you, that’s scary. You have no choice but to take your chances. But if done right, and with some disclaimers at the beginning ;-) then it’s definitely fun! And it takes professionals...

It’s that feeling of comfort when they are with you. That everything is alright in your world. At least for that moment. That everything you do with them seems so effortless. That as though it was always meant to be. That even when you know the entire world is against you, they will still stand by you and that you can depend on them. It’s that feeling of understanding when you glance at that other person in the middle of a conversation and a silent message passes between you two that they get you. That they understand what you were trying to say. That they understand what you don’t want to say. That they can complete the sentence that you have been struggling with. That they know precisely how your mind works and what you were thinking most of the time, what to talk when and where to draw a line and where to stop talking. It’s that feeling of contentment when you walk into a crowded room, and your eyes search for them and when they find them, your heart does a ...

Like most days, I took a cab to office today. Now, me and cabs we share a love-hate relationship. Much like Murphy’s Law! When I want one, I don’t get one! But me and cab drivers... now there’s something interesting there. I have met my fair share of all sorts of cab drivers. The grumpy ones, the chatter-boxes, the presumptuous ones, the polite ones and the couple of them who actually asked me out (Yes! That happened too! Some other time folks, some other time! Sigh!). … More or less the entire gamut. And more often than not, I chitchat with some of them since I love talking, making random conversation and finding out about their life and such. I am very curious like that! ;) Some of them are mostly in a mood to talk, considering they just go up and down Singapore’s roads. And I enjoy most of these snippets of conversation. :) :) So coming back to today, I booked a cab well in advance … I did not want Mr. Murphy to take advantage of the timing, it be...